Monday, March 27, 2006
It was clear and bright by the time I got back to Buffalo yesterday, but out at the Ridge the fog had been thick, and there'd been snow in the air. Not exactly what I'd anticipated running in. "You never know what you're going to get out here," Captain X said as we started out. It looked like an Ansel Adams print, and although there was enough white on the ground to make me cautious about footing, it wasn't slippery. I'll be pleased when it warms up enough for shorts, but it was good to be out there in the final traces of winter.
